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Verses 1-2: “”Brethren and fathers, hear my defense before you now.” And when they heard that he spoke to them in the Hebrew language, they kept all the more silent.”

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

As Christians, we all claim sentiments to the meaning of this old hymn. Paul, probably more so than anybody, lived this hymn almost verbatim. Here he is now, laying out his defense, by telling the mob where he came from, how he persecuted Christians, how he was saved, and how he lived and preached for Christ now. Just the story, the witness, of Paul is incredible. Maybe the mob might have been calmed had he left it at that…but Paul must tell them all the story, of how God has called him to spread the Gospel to not just the Jews, but the Gentiles, too. In the next few verses, this is where circumstances take an interesting turn.

More to come.

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Verses 7-8: “And he took him by the right hand and lifted him up, and immediately his feet and ankle bones received strength. So he, leaping up, stood and walked and entered the temple with them — walking, leaping, and praising God.”

Years ago, I was driving home from a high school football game by myself. I was taking a paved, two-lane county road through the woods. It was raining lightly, but steady. As I rounded a curve, I saw a good-sized tree limb in the road. I braked enough to roll over the limb in my truck, but the way the limb was shaped, it caught my front tires and spun me off the road. When I recovered from the shock of what happened, I discovered I was precariously perched on the edge of an under-the-road cattle crossing / drainage ditch, about 12 feet deep. Not too many minutes afterward, another vehicle came along and stopped. I heard a voice, and boy did that voice sound great! “Hey, you okay over there?” I answered back that I was okay, and that my parents lived down the road…could he give me a lift? Then, I heard the man call my name, and ask “is that you”? Turns out my rescuer was known to me! Boy, I was so glad to hear Tommy’s voice! He helped me get out of the truck and took me to my folks’ house (where I spent the night). The next morning, my brother-in-law was able to use my father’s tractor to pull the truck out.

You see, where I went off the road, there were no nearby houses, no street lights, and it was completely dark. I couldn’t even see how deep that ditch was, so that’s why I didn’t just climb down from the truck. The next day, when I saw how deep it was, I realize I could’ve been seriously hurt; more than that, I wouldn’t have been able to have been seen from the road. Turns out a cradle of limbs held my truck like a net from going nose-first into that ditch! But that previous night, I didn’t care who my mysterious rescuer was at the time, I was just so glad that he came along to save me. Knowing who it was made me feel even more relieved!

The lame man had just been witnessed to by Peter and John. Peter, in the name of Jesus Christ and with His power, delivered to the man the best gift his body could have…the ability to walk! Talk about happy! He knew that day who Jesus was, and he was non-stop praising God as he entered the temple. I’m sure that he was glad to hear Peter’s voice and message to him that day. He knew now who had rescued him. More than that, he now knew Who had saved him, period. Now, he knew Jesus!

Something to think about.

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